[It's hard not to notice the little sounds when sleep barely hangs floating in the abyss of darkness, lingering just out of reach. The soft clicking of a key turning the tumblers in a lock and a door snapping closed were enough to draw Cliff's attention-- worry had kept him on edge of wakefulness, as if they weren't in Luceti but somewhere in the plains of the Aire hills. After over a year of keeping an eye on the young man, he just couldn't shake his concern when Fayt didn't show up before midnight without any kind of notice.
A shuffling of feet on the floor just passed the door to his bedroom when Cliff, wearing the loose pants and plain shirt that he wore to bed in the winter, opened his door.]
Yo. Fayt.
[The words were calm and easy, like always. He wanted to know what was up.]
2am | January 10th
A shuffling of feet on the floor just passed the door to his bedroom when Cliff, wearing the loose pants and plain shirt that he wore to bed in the winter, opened his door.]
Yo. Fayt.
[The words were calm and easy, like always. He wanted to know what was up.]